this sport isn't new, it's been around centuries... I believe the first participant coined it 'ow ow ow ow ow'...
"You saved our lives, we can never thank you enough!" -[Force Persuade] "We want to thank you by giving you all our credits and valuables" *Success* "We want to thank you by giving you all our credits and valuables..." *Receive 524 credits, Bacta Canister and Mining Laser*
You might leave that there but that is no shit one of the most absolute dangerous situations for that horse to be in. Horses can -NOT- burp. That gas had to pass though upwards of 100 feet of horse digestive track. When a bubble stops and the horse rolls like that what can happen is the bubble causes part of the intestine to twist over itself. This causes that part of the intestine to die and suddenly you have a dead horse 12 hours after that video was shot. That horse was lucky.
so an email I got from flaviar (buy alcohol from them from around the world dunno if it actually works).
I need to get a copy of this game to Chris. "Ever wanted to play a dating sim with horses? No? Neither had I. In the style of the infamous hatofuru pigeons I have created a game to rival all games. It is atrocious, full of your favourite outdated tumblr memes and makes approximately 0 sense. My first beta test failed so if you note anything wrong, please tell me!" I'm rolling. On the floor laughing. Can't breath. Send an ambulance. If you want the link to the download I can provide it but... not even I'm willing to play this so I can't tell you what you're getting into. God speed.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?x-yt-...4503534&v=kWJbFvAfYvQ&feature=player_embedded Microsofts Hololens unveil.
Read this is a "What's the Laziest Thing You Have Ever Done?" Reddit thread. Laughed pretty hard. "I was once on a US military ship, having breakfast in the wardroom (officers lounge) when the Operations Officer (OPS) walks in. This guy was the definition of NOT a morning person; he’s still half asleep, bleary eyed… basically a zombie with a bagel. He sits down across from me to eat his bagel and is just barely conscious. My back is to the outboard side of the ship, and the morning sun is blazing in one of the portholes putting a big bright-a** circle of light right on his barely conscious face. He’s squinting and chewing and basically just remembering how to be alive for today. It’s painful to watch. But then zombie-OPS stops chewing, slowly picks up the phone, and dials the bridge. In his well-known I’m-still-totally-asleep voice, he says ‘heeeey. It’s OPS. Could you… shift our barpat… yeah, one six five. Thanks.’ And puts the phone down. And then he just sits there. Squinting. Waiting. And then, ever so slowly, I realize that that big blazing spot of sun has begun to slide off the zombie’s face and onto the wall behind him. After a moment it clears his face and he blinks slowly a few times and the brilliant beauty of what I’ve just witnessed begins to overwhelm me. By ordering the bridge to adjust the ship’s back-and-forth patrol by about 15 degrees, he’s changed our course just enough to reposition the sun off of his face. He’s literally just redirected thousands of tons of steel and hundreds of people so that he could get the sun out of his eyes while he eats his bagel. I am in awe. He slowly picks up his bagel and for a moment I’m terrified at the thought that his own genius may escape him, that he may never appreciate the epic brilliance of his laziness (since he’s not going to wake up for another hour). But between his next bites he pauses, looks at me, and gives me the faintest, sly grin, before returning to gnaw slowly on his zombie bagel."